Ten Years of a System Prison
Language: en
Five days. That was all before this decade-long system quest finally ended. When my wife arrived with her assistant to sign me out, orderlies were pinning me to the floor. Outside, my six-year-old daughter Elle looked at me with disgust. "He’s useless. Let’s take him back as a guard dog." She added, "Uncle Rowan is Ivy League. He deserves you more than this trash." Valerie stepped protectively in front of them, expecting an outburst like before. But I just leaned on my bad leg, stood, and nodded calmly. After leaving, I gave her the divorce papers and even surrendered the master…